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The moors stretched out before Eden, as he stood atop a rocky outcrop. The chilly wind whipped through his dark hair, but he paid it no mind, his focus solely on the scene unfolding below. His men, led by the loyal and fearsome Captain Ragnor, were preparing for an attack. Their target? An innocent pack, residing peacefully in the neighboring forest.

Eden's lip curled into a sinister grin as he watched his men sharpen their swords and adjust their armor. It wasn't enough for him to simply dominate his own pack; he yearned to expand his power, to rule over all werewolves in the region. And he was willing to spill innocent blood to achieve his twisted ambitions.

Just as the sun sank below the horizon, casting an eerie glow over the moors, a figure approached from the distance. It was Damon, Eden's beta, returning from a scouting mission. He was taken aback as he surveyed the scene below and saw Eden's intentions. Disapproval flashed across his face, evident even from this distance.

"Dam